O World! Our world has become a world of pain,
Murder torture empty houses and despair;
Our people herded slaughtered on hill and plain
O world! Is there no world in this world to care?
Grief calls for drinking, let us drink hard tonight
Cup of the future, forgetting our pain
And a cup dripping from the sinews of might
To show the world that our drink was not in vain.
Yes, friends tonight the cup tomorrow the blade;
Heaven born heroes of the old Cederland
Be ready to stand unyielding unafraid
To grasp the reins of your destiny in hand.
Through our homes have been burned and scarcely remain,
Withal out from the flames we shall rise again,
With our flags of love and liberty unfurled
Over our dear land to tease this cruel world.